Further still, and the ground changes. No longer the rough hewn stone of a secret tunnel, the ground gives way first to rough cobbles which gradually become refined.
The distance between lamps grows shorter, while the walls turn from stone to brick. Fiona realises she is no longer in a tunnel but an alleyway.
“Do either of you know where this leads?” she asks the cats.
They pause a moment, sniff the air. “This way,” they reply and walk on.
“That's helpful,” Fiona tells them as she follows.
In the distance she can see something silver that shimmers.
